Anna Jadwin's pupils contracted, tears clinging to her eyelashes, as if a needle had been stabbed into her eyes, causing momentary blindness.
Her faltering steps came to a stop, completely carried away by Wayne Bailey's powerful embrace.
A long-lasting blankness filled her mind...
She lowered her voice and asked softly, "Do you wish it was me who died?"
Wayne Bailey clenched his jaw—
She had said that if she had a child, she would die, but she survived while the baby died.
Betrayal, deceit, lies!
What else should he say to this woman?
Anna Jadwin asked hoarsely, "If... I mean, if... I only had one more year to live, what would you do?"
Wayne Bailey's scorching voice burst out, "Nothing."
"..."
"From now on, your life will have nothing to do with me."
Anna Jadwin's heart felt the sharp pain of being torn apart.
